Chapter 2: Building Tension
I draped myself over the leather couch and open my mouth ready to receive the grapes I had given Mark to feed me. With a flash of my eyes I released Mark from my power. "well? Are you going to feed me or are you just going to stand there holding those grapes."
"What? How? How did we get to my office?" Mark stammered, with a shocked and confused look on his face.
"Taxi, sorry but you insisted on paying." I said while I relaxed further of the couch. "you don't remember? I suppose you were a touch out of it. One might say you weren't a willful actor." I said with a smirk.
"So, you can in fact force me to do anything you want..." Mark said, feeling somewhat powerless.
"I can, but when you are my thrall all I can have is your body. You'll do as I wish and I'm sure you would satisfy me, but there would be no passion, no real desire, no victory. And that's just from my perspective. You'd just wake up tired sore and spent. Not at all how I like to leave my men unless they enjoyed the journey."
I finished, stretching leisurely on the couch, my arms over my head. "Come here, Mark. Feed me."
Mark approached me, that tentative, confused look was slowly dissolving, replaced by a curious hunger as he stepped closer to me, holding out the bowl of grapes I'd given him earlier. For a predator like myself, it was a rare beauty to see my prey open themselves up to me as this man did.
I rose from the couch and took slow, deliberate steps toward Mark, watching him as his blue eyes bore into mine, sparking with something like suspicion and maybe a dash of hope.
With a seductive smile, I reached out to take a single grape from his palm.
I reached out to gently touch his face and tucked a loose hair behind his ear. "You're hesitant, understandably so. I'm asking you to breach an inviolable boundary, and your loyalty is precious. I appreciate that, but making people my thrall isn't my only power, I can also read your thoughts and feeling...I don't want you to think you have no choice, but I can tell Mark, you want me and before the end of the evening you will choose to have me. Oh yeah...one more thing. I don't feed on grapes." I smiles suggestively as my eyes trailed hungrily down to his groin.
I felt my own body respond, my breath hitching as I saw the unmistakable shape of an erection straining against his pants. He had not even touched me yet, and my blood was already heating at the thought of it.
"Mark," I murmured, closing my eyes as I rolled the plump grape over my tongue. "You are so ready for me. But I won't rush this. You'll take me when you are ready, and it will be delicious. I can already taste your desire.
He blinked, then frowned, swallowing hard.
"I can see you're not ready to give in and I don't wish to make you uncomfortable, perhaps I should ease up a bit. Here, lie down, I promise to be respectful of your wishes.
But understand this; I want you." I trailed a finger along his jawline, watching as he visibly shivered.
Mark hesitated, but he lay back on the plush leather chair, propping one ankle on the opposite knee. "I told you I can't just abandon my loyalty," he murmured, eyes never leaving mine.
"Of course, and I respect that." I gave him a small, reassuring smile. "But remember, you have desires too, Mark.
It's okay to acknowledge them. Now, lie down and let me ease your tension." I said, guiding him gently into a horizontal position on the leather couch.
Mark looked at me skeptically, but he complied, his eyes never leaving mine as I stood over him, a knowing smile playing at the corners of my lips. I could sense his apprehension—the tense line of his shoulders, the slight tremble of his hands—but beneath it all, I could feel the surge of desire that coursed through him like a wildfire.
I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the rapid thrumming of his heartbeat against my fingertips. My eyes fluttered closed as I drew in a deep breath, taking in the scent of him—spicy cologne and a hint of sweat, mingling with the faint aroma of liquor and cigar smoke.
I could feel the warmth of his skin radiating through the fine fabric of his shirt, and I shivered with anticipation.
"Mark," I whispered, my lips brushing against the shell of his ear. "I want you to relax now. Close your eyes and just feel."
With a trembling hand, he complied, and I felt a surge of triumph as his eyes fluttered shut. Carefully, I picked up a grape from the bowl and held it to his lips, watching as he parted them, his breath hitching in surprise as the fruit slipped between his lips.
I took my time feeding him, savoring each moment as if it were our last. I could feel the tension slowly begin to ebb from his body, replaced by a languid warmth that spread through him like liquid fire.
As I continued to feed him, I moved my other hand lower, massaging his broad shoulders, working the knots out of his muscles. I could hear the faint sounds of traffic outside, but all that mattered was the man before me, his eyes closed, a soft moan escaping his lips as I kneaded the muscles in his neck.
My fingers traced down the crease of his spine, following the contours of his back as I moved lower, stopping just shy of his buttocks. I could feel his body tense under my touch, a low growl rumbling in his chest. I smiled to myself, loving the raw, primal nature of his responses.
As I continued to feed him, I allowed my hand to drift lower, resting it on his muscular thigh. I could feel the heat radiating from him, and I knew that he was ready for me.
Without breaking eye contact, I slowly began to stroke the bulge in his pants. He let out a soft groan, his eyes fluttering open, staring at me with a mixture of surprise and desire.
"Mark," I purred, my voice low and sultry. "Do you know what I can feel?"
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "You can feel my desire?"
"ha, yes, that too, but I was thinking more literally.
You're hard for me, Mark, physically aroused, and I can feel your cock straining against the fabric of your trousers, thick, pulsing and more than ready for me. Let me take care of it."
I slowly began to unbuckle his belt, my fingers trembling with anticipation as I slid the leather from the loops of his pants. His eyes fixed on mine, a mixture of desire and pleading swirling in them but as I moved to pull his trousers down his hand caught mine. "No Lilith, please. I, I want to but I can't."
I sighed, "I'm sorry, mark. I thought you where ready. Maybe we should call it a night. Would you be so kind as to escort me home?"
I asked, my voice gentle and soft. I gave him a small, kind smile that I hoped conveyed my sincere gratitude.
Mark hesitated for a moment, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for some hidden meaning behind my words. Then, slowly, he nodded. "Of course, I can do that," he agreed, his voice low and rumbling.
Together, we made our way to the elevator and rode down to the ground floor in silence. The tension between us was palpable, crackling in the air like an electrical charge.
"You wife had better reward you for you faithfulness. Such a loyal man wouldn't have to endure such frustration."
I offered a wan smile, still uncertain of his feelings.
Mark's hand rested on my lower back as we walked towards the parking lot, but his grip was loose and he seemed distant. I wondered if I had pushed him too far.
"It's not that my wife won't satisfy me. It's that she can't. She was in an accident a few years back and injured her spine...she, she can't move anything below her chest.
She needs help with everyday tasks, but she's tough, and she refuses to let her injuries hold her back. She's strong, resilient, and she loves me with all her heart" he paused and looked down at the ground.
I could feel my heart clenching in my chest as I listened to him. I had never considered the possibility that Mark might be with someone else out of obligation, and not desire. I felt guilty for ever wanting to put him in a position where he would have to choose between his wife and me.
"Mark, I didn't know. I'm truly sorry for any pain I may have caused you. I never intended to push you into a corner where you felt forced to make a difficult choice. Your devotion to your wife is admirable, and I never wanted to hurt someone I truly respect." I said, sincerely.
Mark looked up at me then, with a compassionate smile."That's okay, Lilith. I know you didn't mean to hurt me. Actually, my wife had suggested that I find some that can satisfy my needs. She even encouraged me to...but, I just can't bring myself to do it. I love her Lilith.
I've been with Vicky for nearly fifteen years, and I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else. But I can't deny that I have desires. I want to be touched, to be desired. It's not that Anne doesn't want to make love to me, but she's in pain most of the time, and I can't bring myself to put her through that."
I could feel a pang of sympathy in my chest as he spoke; it must have been incredibly difficult for him. "You are a singular man Mark, I've never felt guilt for my action before...I should never have tried to tempt you.
It was cruel and unfair of me, and I deeply regret it now.
Mark took a deep breath, his eyes never wavering from mine. "It's okay, Lilith. I wanted to give in, I even tried to, but I couldn't go through with it.that's why I tried to get you to strip my will and force me. I do need release and my wife wants me to have it, I just can't bring myself too."
Mark. You are truly a remarkable man. Not many men would have the strength to resist that kind of temptation. Forgive me for saying so if I'm wrong but...it sounds like you where hoping I could find a way to tempt you to the point where you would have given in. Do, do you want me to turn it up a notch?" I said, the fire in my eyes burning bright at the thought that I could use my charms to do a fully good and selfless deed.
He chuckled softly.
"I'm not going to lie, Lilith. The thought had crossed my mind."
His honesty took me by surprise, and I paused for a moment, considering his words. "Well, Mark, if that's what you truly want, then I'll give it my best shot. But remember, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."
He nodded, and his hand tightened on my lower back as we walked. "I understand," he murmured.
"As it happens my lair may just be the perfect place to make this happen, would you like to come inside?" I said, glancing to my loins to punctuate my intentionally suggestive phrasing.
He chuckled and nodded, "I think I would."